La Jolla sunset.

A perfect evening, the beach was quiet, just the sounds of the birds flying in for the evening low tide, looking for their catch.
The ocean was rolling gently now where earlier the breakers were high and white. As the sun began to set the waves turned an inky purple and the quieter water reflected a silvery lilac in the last rays. The birds were dark silhouettes against the orange sky and their loud squawking was softened by the breaking of the waves on the shore.
The painting needs some more work, more dark details in the water and if I dare risk it, a light pink wash over everything, (should have been done first of course).


Sunset in California – Pauma Valley from Highway 76

Driving back from a day out in Julian, we were rushing, trying to get the best view of the sunset over the hills. We were maybe just a few minutes late but it was stunning nonetheless.


Pacific Sunset

The last sunset – until next time . . .
We both saw the green flash for the first time, so short, if you blink you miss it, if you look too soon the sun leaves a temporary dark blur in your vision which blocks the green flash. But tonight we saw it at last, a tiny emerald spot right above where the tip of the sun disappears over the horizon.
The waves were inky and dark and reflections on the surface almost lilac against the deep orange sun – perfect.